threes

Long shadows cast their impressions over the carpet. It's 9:12am and everyone is sleeping, except me. One dog, Zimmy, lays with his head on his front legs, the sun streaming over his blond body his red collar fading in the light. Behind him the black dog, Satchi, lays, her legs outstretched, her blue collar holding the green license tag, to complete the triangle the cat, Rudi, lays in the shade of the chair, head catching sun from some little crack of light.

In one bedroom, two sleep, in the other, one sleeps, flowers sit on a window sill, kitchen cabinets open to cashew nuts in jars, a carrot juice, unopened on a side table, on the walls fractal art mixed with Shalandama's photo's. A refrigerator magnet says 'THINK, it's not illegal yet'. There's a mango on the window sill above the sink, next to the flowers, it has a big chunk out of it. Maybe it's getting riper. It feels as if life is suspended, waiting for them to all start moving.